The mist that enveloped the portal dissipated like smoke cut by a cold wind.
Vergil felt the damp ground beneath his feet—a living ground, covered in thick moss, enormous leaves, and intertwined roots that seemed to pulse with their own energy. The forest was ancient. Too ancient. The kind of place where the trees carried memories and the skies bowed to hear secrets.
Sapphire took a deep breath, as if she smelled something familiar.
Vergil looked around, his eyes attentive.
"...Where are we?"
Sapphire took a few steps, brushing aside a branch indifferently, as if she owned the place. "Vanaheim, a little further away from everything. I'd say we're quite far from any nearby civilization."
Vergil raised an eyebrow. "And who exactly are we going to see now?"
